Imagine spending years saying weed doesn’t affect your memory, then forgetting why you walked into the room while holding the thing you came to collect. 😭
Weed has a funny way of exposing your financial priorities. You can be three months behind on a bill but somehow never miss a dispensary visit. The accountant in your head is unemployed.
There’s something disturbing about realizing you haven’t enjoyed your own company sober in years. That’s when smoking stops being just a hobby and starts asking uncomfortable questions.
Nobody talks about how quietly a habit can become a lifestyle. One day you’re smoking occasionally; the next, you’ve built your entire schedule around when you can smoke.
I remembered looking exactly like this when my dad caught me and my friend with a home made bong in my basement solving those missing people games you find in libraries